Dark AgesPlague purging people of the land,Knights never kneel unless mad.Warriors wielding weapons of war,Never knowing nooses adorn every home.Futile fertility for feudalistic life,Has created caskets, corpses with no light.Children can't keep hold for very long,Tis' glorious time tells tales of all.
Empty SlatesWhat do you do, when you see a slate?An empty white, always blank.Surely you can not leave it at such a state,For we must ease it of it's pain.Paint an array of blue,Or turn it to a purple hue!As we fixate what we want it to be,Nobody ever asked the slate's wants and needs.For everyone painted it, without hesitation,Never thinking of it's own salvation.Now your array of colors fades to black,And the slate you wanted will never come back.
Magical ForestMagical forest, whisk me awayI don't protest, let me stay,Because no matter the years you take from meThe Mad Hatter would surely make it glee!The music that emanates from this place,Can be called no farther than great!As the magic moves me from side to side,There's never a Rule I would have to abide!Flowers bloom in the darkest of places,You would never believe all the friendly faces!But everyone has one, they surely do, in this magical place,You'd never leave once you had a taste!Wander the maze, search the forests!Beat all the challenging tests of courage!But please don't leave, you must want to stay,For we still haven't taken your life away!
Rising Sun \ | / \ A chance has come. / \ ____ ____ / A sun rises,\ ______ ______ / Over a horizon. ______ ______ Washing
All Things ApartWhat is luck?Is it when you are struck,By lightning, sharp and painful.Or is luck something more delightful?Is it the penny on the street?The muck on the copper makes it discreet,As everyone walks over or around,Never aware that luck is round.Yes, that must be luck; but what is chance?Why it must be a daffodil, looking to dance.Move to the music, have some fun;But after that night, your chance is done.Maybe it's an unpaved road, that splits in two.You must take one, only you can choose.Which one will have opportunity, as you build;Make something of a forgotten field.Surely one of those is chance, but what of dreams?Can you make all these things seem,More fact than fiction, as we move closer to the end;They must surely look like something that needs to be tended.Or are they endless, like the stars,Always being reborn in every heart.Every heart that hears will sound like that train,As thought races from the mind and brain.Luck is a filthy penny, found on the
Counting BloodBloody Mary, one...two...three,I wish for you to appear before me.Why did you die, a bloodied mirror of you,As you clawed your way to a life that said your time was due?Instead you smiled, as life was emptied from your glass.Now that you haunt the mirror, as time has passed,Do you see that each generation is like the last?Corrupt and tainted, killing like your past.Bloody Mary, one...two...three,I wish for you to end me.Take my body, take my soul,Rot the heathens with your woe.
CyclesLet cycles turn our day apart.Let cycles make night have a heart.As it slowly churns, chaining people into mortality,And making people slowly turn to insanity.Leaving away, as it rides with space,Never will you see it's true face.As an elder tries to explain,All that ages is your pain.Let cycles churn, as it tears apart.Let cycles burn, shedding tears start.Lead built into our very being,Time is nothing you are seeing.
Life LineLiving my life, falling just a little more.Each step a mile, waiting for the day I soar.Sinking down into the land, never stopping till it's over.Start the suffocating when I'm fully covered.Slowly falling till I die, waiting for someone to end my life.As I grab hold of the edges in this black strife,And dig deeper till I finally die.Nobody will ever remember my lies.For when I fall six feet deep,And lye in my final sleep,All bad will be erased,Never again to be faced.Let the lights stop as I turn to stone,As I fall asleep in the ground alone.Falling stars will call the name,And I shall silently do the same.
Planet Eden, Report and History The year is 2247, Earth-Born time. We have landed on the nearest Goldie Locks Planet to Earth, P-X3/R0. The crew members started calling it Planet Zero for short, seems appropriate. Light-Speed got us here in about three months, it's astonishing really. The things on this planet though...are unreal. My name is Cpt. James Borko, and this is my report. It's been two years since humans have arrived on Zero, and we have found many things with it. As we suspected, there are life-forms here that are similar to humans. They are mammals, have a unique language that is oddly similar to Latin, and they are bipedal like us. Their intelligence is astonishing, despite their tribal look. They understand our technology, and they learned our language in a month. We didn't teach them a thing, they simply figured everything out. They told us that they were the "Solukas", and that they have been on this planet since the day it solidified from it's e